I can picture the graduation balusters and all the nervous, giddy smiles;
My friends and I tip-toe past the crowd, trying silence in a harrowing courtroom of 1567 where the verdict is
guilty!

aside from formality, I'd rather remain obscure.

I think of this previous contentedness and nearly cry myself to nowhere on a work day.

the floor still needs to be swept.

I rise above the mindless mutterings
Of the fools who think gossip and folly
Is the way to enlightenment
But still I feel
The consending minds
Judging the world
That to myself
I am so grateful to  part of
Let us smile and breathe in moments of understanding
Whilst being mindful
For our people

Suppressing your
feelings
is suppressing your soul...
Because your body will react no matter what...
and then your
soul
won't have a choice..